Charles Hamilton - Independent Women lyrics

[Intro] Well, well, well, guess who's back.....on your desktop (he-ha-ha) Yeah, yeah I got a lot to say you better believe it (he-ha-ha) First things first, uh where my women at? [Hook] How many ladies in the house? (uh) How many ladies in the house without a spouse? (you know) Somethin' in your blouse got me feelin' so aroused Som-Somethin' in your blouse got me feelin' so aroused On that independent sh** On that independent sh** On that independent sh** On that independent sh** [Verse 1: Charles Hamilton] I'm back with another one God I'm sick of rap made of bubble gum I promise I can black cause it's f**ing fun I'm a casket for tragic accidents that you can rappers Are you all rap when I spew off facts? "Hey ladies." I'm the rap Val Venis If it's in the future then believe it I'll see it Charles Hamilton, is he f**ing Tila Tequila? Puffing weed at the speaker because the beat isn't weeded f**ing with me because of the heat that I'm stuck with speaking Nymphomania, master-debating ba*tards hating cause I'm past graduation Act mad, okay I give in, I succumb to the hate So I won't have to cum in your face, straight Give me Robin Rihanna and a bong of some ganja I will probably just sit proper jotting my nonsense like [Hook] How many ladies in the house? How many ladies in the house without a spouse? How many ladies in the house? How many ladies in the house without a spouse? (I'm on Interscope but I'm...) On that independent sh** (yeah) On that independent sh** (yeah!) On that independent sh** (I'm back!) On that independent sh** [Verse 2: Charles Hamilton] Damn, why they wanna stick me cause I'm handsome? Damn son, I'm feeling as if Fifty is my grandson This whole game is tight cause I'm silent But they step away from the mic when I'm rhyming Ladies, Am I a guy with a vagina? A chick with a stick to get rid of these pricks I should've signed to After-hermaph I'm not a rapper I'm just a jacka** with cash Dag. Did I grow up with a dad? Sad. I only make sense on wax But just like wax, vinyl I black Until I'm in ya ears, I know I'm wack Could've been a wine-o why? To try crack? I just write crack; Tonight, the sky asked if I could get fly to find a climax of your senses I'm back, did you miss it? [Hook] How many ladies in the house? How many ladies in the house without a spouse? (uh-huh) Somethin' in your blouse got me feelin' so aroused What you about? (holla!) On that independent sh** Trade it all, trade it all, trade it all You ever wonder what it all really mean? You wonder if you'll ever find your dreams? [Verse 3: Charles Hamilton] I'm only blacking out cause that's what I ought to do Sitting in a chair with wheels but no autotune Sorry Wayne, I admit I'm not as smart as you All I do is spend my time talking to all of you Haters give me your number and I will be calling you Don't wanna talk? Don't hit me up, I'm ignoring you In the hood I grew down and we dodged Jake So I embraced the hate and never dodged fake For God's sake, I enjoy my finance And I act like a little boy cause I can But the label might drop my a** I got punched by a girl, who would cop my a**? Maybe the cops if I dropped her a** But I'm the one that paid for Brianna's boxing cla** That night was too hot to smash But two nights later, my God I spazzed so [Hook] How many ladies in the house? How many ladies in the house without a spouse? Somethin' in your blouse got me feelin' so aroused What you about? On that independent sh** Traded all for a husband and some kids You ever wonder what it all really mean? You wonder if you'll ever find your dreams?